Boss Man From Ogallala: Nebraska aka Searching For Sant by Janet Dailey

Author:Janet Dailey [Dailey, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780759238046
Google: 0vUxe2NmflsC
Amazon: 0759238049
Publisher: ereads.com
Published: 1974-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

CASEY WAS GLAD she was sitting in the back seat of the car and her mother was in front with Flint. Her tingling senses were all too aware of the confined space. The magnetic force that emanated from Flint was just as powerful as it had been all week, drawing her to him even when she wanted to stay away. Only the sensible side of her wanted to stay away while the wild, reckless side urged her ever closer. She felt like the child playing with matches who became fascinated by the flame. Her fear wasn't in getting burnt, but in being consumed by the fire.

Thinking about the evening ahead, Casey could not suppress a tide of exhilaration from sweeping over her. She knew at some point during the night that Flint would ask her to dance. She remembered the sensual warmth of his hands on her waist and the feel of his muscular body pressed against hers. No matter how hard she tried to deny that she shouldn't put herself in another vulnerable position, Casey knew she was going to accept him and thrill to every wonderful, rapturous moment of it.

The many petticoats under her red gold skirt rustled as she shifted position. Flint glanced over his shoulder at her. Under his smoky gaze, the last vestige of resistance melted away and Casey smiled at him.

"We're almost there," he said, as if needing to explain why he had turned to her.

Japanese lanterns were strung from pole to pole in the Gordons' back garden. Enormous sheets of plywood were stretched over the lawn to provide a dance floor. A hay wagon bordered one side serving as a platform for a local group of musicians. The combination of guitars, fiddles, accordion and drums filled the night air with a bouncing lively tune as Casey and Mark followed Flint and her mother from their car to the party area. Jim Kingston was at the microphone, his foot stomping to the beat of the drums while he called out to the dancers on the floor.

"Honor your partner, honor your corners. Now, an allemande left with the old left hand. On to the next with a right and left grand!"

On the outside of the dance floor, hands clapped automatically to the tune while bright, multicolored skirts whirled around the two squares. Flubbed directions were laughed off and dancers were pushed in the proper direction by more experienced dancers. Casey felt her toe tapping unconsciously. Her gaze strayed to Flint, who immediately smiled back.

"You like to dance." It was more a statement than a question.

"My one feminine characteristic." The gay atmosphere made her more bold than she had been and her brown eyes glittered up at him with laughter.

Her mother had been ensnared by Mrs. Gordon, and Mark had spotted Kevin and Kyle Grassick on the far side of the floor. Casey was left standing beside Flint, a situation she found very attractive, if a little dangerous.

"Was Smitty very upset that you didn't come to the party with him?" Flint's question was unexpected.

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